Your presence the promise, Your fullness the feast, I'll keep oil in my lamp, Love keep me burning to the city, The city of God. In these earthen vessels, Though broken and weak, Your glory is shining, Through the cracks and the seams, Till the city, The city of God. Oh, what a day, What a day that will be, When the Lamb will be light, When the Lamb will be light, No more sorrow, no more night, When the Lamb will be light, Oh, light. Sting of death is forgotten, And swallowed in life, Every sadness comes untrue, That's the story you write, In the city, Oh, the city of God. And joy overwhelming, As wedding bells ring, And we will be married, To our bridegroom king, In the city, The city of God. Oh, what a day, What a day that will be, When the Lamb will be light, When the Lamb will be light, No more sorrow, no more night, When the Lamb will be light, Oh, light. Oh, light. Oh, light. And oh, what a day, What a day that will be, Oh, what a day, What a day that will be, Oh, what a day, What a day that will be, When the Lamb will be light, What a day, what a day, When the Lamb will be light, What a day, what a day, And always search for me, Find, In the Lamb who is, The light, The light. The light. Oh, what a wonderful day, What a glorious day. The End